WASHROOM

Ever wondered how important and entertaining a place like the washroom can be? U go there to refresh your make-up, or answer the call of nature, or adjust your new crisp skirt, or just relax and refresh yourself. THAT place, my friend, is the paradise for gossip mongers and the grapevine, the gossip chain starts and ends there!
Believe me, I have never learnt more about people by just eves dropping on the conversation of these ladies, sitting in the loo, quiet and motionless! All u need is a patient and sharp ear! And yes, don’t get too carried away that you end up sitting there inside the loo for hours..
I remember when I was in school, I learnt so much about my friends, classmates, teachers, ME, about “the facts of life”, etc etc.. just by listening, with my mouth open, inside the loo! Sometimes if there was a huge controversy happening in school, we would make a huge group, and huddle inside the loo, to discuss it! We would discuss fights. School. Classes. Who likes who. Whose hot. And whose not. Our love life. Bring the latest cosmos.. Our heartbreaks. And the most sensational news. The day when we got to know that the most wanted guy of our school had hots for our new teacher. most of the girls didn't take the news well. shed tears together, considering he never stopped liking her. Maybe he still does..
The biggest cat fights happened in this “entertainment cell”. Stinkers for each other were scribbled on the doors and walls. These were actually informative. I once read something written about my friend on the wall of which I had no clue. When I confronted her, it turned out to be true. I became a regular reader of these “scribbled facts”. And then there were the graffiti’s. Most of my msn nicks where stolen ideas from these scribbled graffiti’s!
AND the place was HEAVEN two weeks before Diwali!!! Explosions after an interval of 15 min’s were considered normal. The teachers would teach unperturbed while we would break into a series of giggles. And the biggest explosions would receive thunderous applause from all the classes on that floor. If it was powerful enough, then even from the floors above and below.. “girl power” soon became responsible for more than half of the splendid, destructive explosions! We were assigned duties. The whimpering one’s, who did not like personally being a part of this “nuisance” were told to just provide us with the material(agarbatti’s, match sticks, crackers, newspapers). All they did was grudgingly give us the stuff and keep their abnormally large mouth shut! Some were the chaukidaar’s, who stood guard outside the loo while the crackers were being planted. And also not let our irritable bai who cleaned our loo to enter, because she was a big blabber mouth and would complain to our co-ordinator. And then were those who actually did the biggest work, of planting the bombs! Once we even succeeded in breaking the row of wash basins in our washroom! Our principal wanted to resign.
we took videos of us dancing and singing in the washroom, vidoe recording was considered soo cool that time.! when our co-ordinator got to know about this preposterous news by the well placed spies in school,she gave us a gift- the reprimand slip. we vidoe recoreded that too! we called the slip "the invitation card". invitation to trouble at home!during exams, we hid our books or notes there. Kept excusing ourselves to go there, read through our “farrere” and, managed to scrape through the exams.
Sooo those were the days. Now in college , this room has kind of lost its importance, for the simple reason that it’s a girls college. The whole college is like the “gossip or entertainment cell”..
now I go to the loo, just for the sole reason for what it has been made for!damn!